Prince: You are so pretty. So, so, pretty. Also, I may topple over any moment as I over-balance in an attempt to reach your waist so we may (what’s that word again? I am blinded by your sparkling teeth and heaving bosom - oh, yes, that’s it) dance.
Cinderella: You are also so, so, very, very pretty. Your eyes are bluer than my dress, bluer than the sky. They are the bluest blue ever to blue. Your teeth are also so white they nearly distract from your eyes. But not quite. God, you’re dreamy. Also, the heaving bosom is ‘cause my corset is so tight I for reals can’t breathe. I have been panting ever since they put me in this dress. At one point when I arrived on the base of the stairs I looked like I was about to succumb to the vapours. You should have seen it.
Prince: Then let us away! People as pretty as we with teeth this white were meant to be! I love you. Let’s go to my room - we should totally bone. Also then you’ll be out of that corset and I can get you really heaving.
Cinderella: Fuck yeah! I totally love you too. Did I tell you how blue your eyes are?